Your Hope Dangling By a thread

「 andrew & everleigh 」ft: @verdiclerising

They were really trying this whole happily divorced thing, and Andrew still had mixed feelings about it all. He loved Everleigh, he thought that was it for them when they finally tied the knot, but long hours on both their parts had them drifting further and further apart until they were essentially strangers to each other. It had been the only logical thing to do, really. Stay apart. Try and be there for each other as friends. 

He was trying. He really was. So when he saw her stepping into the elevator he took it as a sign that he could do it now. Diving in behind her, the door closed behind him as he offered her a smile, “Hey Ev,” he greeted quietly, as if they had just seen each other that morning. He leant against the wall as the elevator began to move, before suddenly it came to a shuddering halt, and he instinctively reached for her to steady her. “Shit, seriously? Would’ve thought with the rent we pay that they would have decent elevators.”

Ever wasn’t quite sure how it had fallen apart, she’d thought herself the luckiest girl in the world. Married to an amazing man, a career that was making a name for it. But then they’d drifted, work had come first, and it almost felt like they just stopped to appreciate each other. Despite agreeing to the divorce and trying to stay friends, she struggled every day. She couldn’t leave Verdi, her job was too important, and she’d been lucky (unlucky?) enough to get an apartment in the same building so she wouldn’t have to move far once they were finally divorced. 

Another long day of work and she was exhausted. Stepping into the elevator she was caught off guard as Andrew came charging in after her. “Hi..” she said softly. It had been a few days, she’d seen him in passing, but despite agreeing to stay friends she had a hard time seeing him. As the elevator stopped she bit her lip as his hand touched her. “Second time this week this happened, last time I was stuck for almost 45 minutes before a repairman came.” she muttered as she picked up the emergency line, cursing when she realized it was dead. There was no cell reception in the damn tin box either. “Great.. looks like we might be stuck..” she said, trying not to think about that fact too much. 

Jonathan & Charlotte

Jonathan was pretty sure this hotel room cost more than he made in a week which made him kind of glad Charlotte was footing the bill. Sure his pride took a hit but he could handle his pride, he couldn’t handle not paying his rent. He’d arrived a few hours ago and Charlotte was resting next to him. He smiled at her, thinking she’d dozed off. He reached over and smoothed some hair away from her face before lying down next her. He slipped an arm around her middle and pulled her closer, taking this whole moment from how she smelled to how she looked. She was his addiction or at least that’s what he told himself, how he was able to sleep at night with the mountain of guilt that he felt. He pressed his hips against hers with a smirk on his face. He did it again as he kissed her bare shoulder. “I wanna fuck you again,” he mumbled in her ear.